The jocks

The door swung open and slammed into the wall. A rambunctious group entered that you recognized school: the jocks, Dean, Jared, and Logan. They wore the school jackets that seemed a size too small and showed off their muscles.

"Oh god..." you muttered.

They were always loud and obnoxious, and now they had the classroom to themselves--and Christy.

"Oh shit!" Dean called. "It's John's girlfriend!"

"Damn. Who dressed her?" Jared whispered to Logan.

Christy covered her breasts up, not trying to intice the men. Her lewd attire definitely didn't help her case. If you knew anything about these guys, it was that they'd fuck anything.

"Yeah, hey..." she said, trying not to draw too much attention.

"You wanna come to our party tonight? Jared asked. "There's gonna be booze and the whole team will be there."

Your girlfriend shook her head. "No thanks. I might be busy tonight."

"Doing what? Hanging out with John? He's such a loser." Dean guffawed, earning fist-bumps from his friends.

"He is not!" Christy retorted.

Logan smirked. "Oh yea? I bet he wishes he had guns like us." He then flexed, stretching out the fabric of his jacket.

Christy felt weak at the sight, but remained strong. "H-he has muscles!"

The group approached her and her face suddenly grew red. Their muscles were bigger than yours, but she didn't want to admit it. Truth is she always admired their strength, even at football games when she stared at them the whole time.

"I bet you like ours, huh?" Dean asked. "That John can't even compare, right?"

She slowly started to slip, eyes growing wide with anticipation as she stared them down. "R-right..."

Jared moved her crossed arms, revealing her perky tits eager to escape her shirt. The jocks began to touch her all over, taking turns groping her breasts and gripping her ass. You could only watch as the muscle-heads began to toy with Christy.